She thought it through well, Doctor Lin felt relieved, yet his heart was still hanging for her.
We don’t know who the father of this child is yet.
"Okay, I understand. But Miss Feng, you’re really pregnant, how long has it been since your last period?"
"Over two months." Faced with the Doctor, she did not conceal it.
The Doctor was stunned, "Then find a ti; it’s best to go to the hospital for a thorough examination, it’s good for the baby in your belly."
Feng Jinglei raised her eyes, pausing for a few seconds.
"Alright, I’ll go soday."
"Hmm." The Doctor nodded.
After a private conversation, the two of them went downstairs again. Just as they reached the corner on the second floor, they suddenly ran into Qin Feimo who was also going downstairs.
At the mont their eyes t, Feng Jinglei’s complexion changed slightly, not sure if it was due to guilt or sothing else.
Catching a glimpse of the fleeting peculiarity on her face, Qin Feimo slightly furrowed his brow.
Quickly, Feng Jinglei, with a petite fra, slipped past him and Doctor Lin, and headed downstairs first.
Gazing at that retreating figure, Qin Feimo couldn’t understand what her previous surprise was about.
"How was it?"
Seeing the two coming down, Zhuang Yanyan imdiately stood up from the sofa to greet them.
Encountering Zhuang Yanyan’s concerned expression, the Doctor looked at her, then at Feng Jinglei, following Feng Jinglei’s cue as he spoke, "Nothing serious, maybe because the weather turned cooler, caught a slight chill, just drink so ginger tea."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yanyan’s anxiety finally eased, but soon she thought the reason for their upstairs visit might not be so simple.
"Then why did you go upstairs...?"
The Doctor glanced at Feng Jinglei again, exchanged a look with her, then turned to Zhuang Yanyan, "Possibly due to the cooler weather affecting her mood, Miss Feng’s nstruation is sowhat irregular, I’ll prepare so dicine for her later."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yanyan understood.
However, while she could understand the change in weather, she wondered what was affecting her mood.
"Jinglei, are you feeling down? Or is soone bullying you?"
Doctor Lin said this rely to make the ’lie’ seem more realistic and natural, but unexpectedly it led to the old lady’s questioning.
Faced with her query, Feng Jinglei was also caught off guard, stamring for a while, "Uh, I, I was thinking of visiting my parents’ grave, so my mood is a bit heavy and depressed..."
She randomly made up a reason, which Zhuang Yanyan believed without a trace of doubt.
Indeed, when visiting deceased parents, one’s mood is inevitably somber.
"Jinglei, from now on, this is your ho; Grandma here is your family. Whatever’s on your mind, you can talk to Grandma, okay?" Zhuang Yanyan cared deeply for Feng Jinglei, saying this to offer her support, making her feel like even without parents, she and the old gentleman are her closest family.
Faced with her words, a warm wave surged through Feng Jinglei’s heart as she nodded, "Hmm."
Zhuang Yanyan smiled.
"I’ll be leaving now." Doctor Lin spoke up.
"Alright, don’t forget to prepare the dicine and deliver it."
"Okay, Madam."
After Doctor Lin left, lunch was ready, and Zhuang Yanyan led her to the dining hall.
"Feimo, Lord is returning tomorrow; go to the airport to pick him up."
During the al, Zhuang Yanyan spoke to her eldest grandson.
Qin Feimo softly replied "Hmm," his gaze inadvertently landing on Feng Jinglei’s face opposite him.
Glancing at the table filled with dishes, Feng Jinglei didn’t have much appetite.
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